Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.

This time, for the first time, I saw the possibilities in giving up. I even found hope in it.

Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

I needed a break... from myself.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.